Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Motions,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Smog,
Monks,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.